The Oregon Trail
Just Call Us Modern Day Wagoners.
After driving roughly 7 hours into Oregon, we stopped at a rest area right off the highway to make dinner and set up camp. We soon discovered that we had parked right on what use to be passage for the Oregon Trail. What a great surprise to us all! My inner geek shined outright, from being a long time fan of the pc game that also taught about the actual history of the OT. I was stoked to say the least. I soon googled something like "Wagon Ruts Near Me" and learned that we were only 5 miles from the OT Interpretive Museum which had our names all over it. Collin filled up the water bottles and looked at me with quarrely eyes. I said, "I'm driving, I have a surprise." Fear struck his eyes and he said, "Uh, uh, a surprise?" I laughed an evil grin and told him to buckle up as we headed to the historic monument.
Oregon Trail Wagon Ruts!
We all had such a great time visiting this piece of history! I had cold chills the entire time. There was a story that circulated through my family for years. My grandfather and grandmother took a road-trip across America back in the day. Pappaw drove several hundred miles to find some "ruts" to take pictures of and grandma cursed him the whole way. Getting to see these mud tracks first hand was amazing. I began to imagine all the hardships those who traveled here from Missouri faced. The rattlesnakes, unbearable heat, lack of water access, and steep mountain passes are only a few of the obstacles. This was one of my favorite stops on the trip yet, and Collin was happy about the surprise after all.
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